Stealing the Sun

Stealing the Sun, pastel by Stephanie Thomas Berry

Are you tired of the status quo?
There is an old Haida tale that tells how Raven brought light to the world.
Basically Raven was tired of bumping into things in the dark, and so he devised a method of going into another world and stealing the sun. It involved some pretty fantastic shapeshifting and a lot of patience, but in the end he was successful in bringing light to the dark world where he—and the humans— lived.

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Slow gallery: Main Character, “Seven Crows on the Edge of Dusk”

Crow from "Seven Crows on the Edge of Dusk" a pastel painting by Stephanie Thomas Berry
This crow is the main character for the painting Seven Crows on the Edge of Dusk. Crows are highly social creatures; whenever you see a murder of crows they are almost always a family group. So this crow is a matriarch of sorts, warning her family about some danger that remains unknown to us but whose presence we sense from her body language.

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Slow Gallery: Introduction to “Seven Crows on the Edge of Dusk”

Baneberry, or Doll's Eyes from Stephanie Thomas Berry's gallery

Slow Gallery is my new method of revealing finished pieces. It’s a virtual way of slowing the eye so that we can study the components of an image, and perhaps more importantly, a means to tell the story that unfolds within the frame.

When you first look at the painting “Seven Crows on the Edge of Dusk,” what will no doubt catch your eye is this stalk of White Baneberry in fruit. It is placed prominently in the foreground and is a striking combination of black, white, and red. The little berries with their black dots are so indicative of eyes that the plant is also known as Doll’s Eyes.

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A Sonnet, a Map, and Lots of Tricksters

Three Tricksters: Fox, Coyote, Shadow, photo by Stephanie Thomas Berry
I guess it started in late October. I was standing in my driveway when a raven flew over me, so low I could hear the taffeta of its wings. Right after it came a crow, its feathers tighter and its flight more suited to this windless path. The raven perched in the forest behind my house, right by my old studio, and began its unique croaking vocalizations. The crow fussed a bit and flew on. It all felt very dreamlike, especially since I’d been reading In the Company of Crows and Ravens. 

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